Star Martial Soaring Cloud

The two walked with ease, as if they were strolling in their own backyard rather than on a perilous island.

Feng Rujing didn't speak, but just quietly looked at Wang Xiao. Her gaze swept over Wang Xiao and landed on the pile of rubble behind Wang Xiao—there, Zhao Han's body lay.

His gaze sharpened slightly before returning to its usual calm.

Take a step forward.

With just one step, it felt as if he were stepping on the pulse of the entire world.

The surrounding air froze instantly, and an invisible pressure, like a mountain, enveloped Wang Xiao.

Wang Xiao raised an eyebrow slightly.

So strong!

The Fish Leap Realm could actually exert such a powerful sense of oppression?

Wang Xiao had never felt this way before!

The person in front of him felt like a bottomless, icy pool, seemingly calm but containing a power capable of devouring everything.

Is this the Twin Beauties of the Arctic Palace?

Sure enough.

As the senior disciple of the Arctic Immortal Palace, Feng Rujing's voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority: "So it was you who stole my Immortal Palace's treasures and killed my Immortal Palace disciples?"

As he spoke, his gaze remained fixed on Wang Xiao's face. There was no anger, no murderous intent, and not even a questioning tone. It was as if he was simply stating a given fact.

But it is precisely this calm that is more unsettling than any anger.

Wang Xiao looked at him, then glanced at the smiling boy behind him, and made up her mind.

These two are not easy to deal with; the only option is to find a chance to escape.

Especially Feng Rujing in front of him, he felt that he was more than ten times stronger than Yun Fei and Zhao Han combined!

But his expression remained calm as he spoke indifferently, "Is it possible that a disciple of your Celestial Palace stole my treasure?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Rujing raised an eyebrow slightly.

He didn't immediately refute, but just quietly looked at Wang Xiao, as if examining an object, or as if trying to discern the truth or falsehood in his words.

After a moment, he spoke slowly, his voice still calm, but with a hint of sadness: "It doesn't matter anymore."

He paused, his gaze passing over Wang Xiao, and looked again at the figure lying on the ground in the valley. A complex expression flashed in his eyes—regret, grief, and a hint of barely perceptible coldness.

Feng Rujing is twenty-two years old this year.

He has been a member of the Arctic Immortal Palace for fifteen years, and most of the disciples of this generation have grown up with him.

They cultivated together and were punished together since childhood, and their bond was extremely strong.

In his heart, these junior brothers were like his own younger brothers.

As the eldest brother, he always did his best to protect his junior brothers from harm: when they encountered difficulties, he was the first to step forward; when they encountered bottlenecks in their cultivation, he patiently guided them; when they made mistakes and were punished, he would also be punished with them, never shirking responsibility.

Over the years, he has earned a high reputation among the disciples of the Arctic Immortal Palace through his own strength and sense of responsibility.

Both the older and younger disciples held him in high esteem.

The Arctic Fairy Palace is his home, and he is also the true senior disciple of the Arctic Fairy Palace.

"Zhao Han, that kid, has been a disciple for ten years." Feng Rujing's voice was very soft, as if she were talking to herself, or as if she were telling Wang Xiao, "His talent isn't top-notch, but he's the most hardworking. Every time he trains, he's always the last one to leave the training ground. He loves to pester me with questions, and every time he makes a mistake and I punish him, he never complains. He just stands there with his head down, waiting for me to finish punishing him, and then he grins and says, 'Senior Brother, I'll definitely change next time.'"

His lips curled up slightly, revealing a warm smile, as if he were seeing his honest and hardworking junior brother again.

But that smile vanished in an instant.

His gaze fell on Wang Xiao's face again, but the warm smile had vanished, replaced by an unfathomable calm.

It was so calm it was unsettling.

"Three months ago, he broke through to the Perfected Fish Leap, and he was as happy as a child, dragging me out for drinks. He said, 'Senior Brother, I've finally caught up with you.' I smiled and said, 'Okay, then I can take you to explore Demon Island.'"

"But he said, 'Senior Brother, I don't want to go to any demon island. I just want to stay by your side and watch over you. That will put my mind at ease.'"

Feng Rujing's voice remained calm as she spoke, but Wang Xiao could hear the turbulent undercurrent beneath that calm—the grief of losing her beloved junior brother, the unspeakable regret, and the impending explosion of boundless rage.

He looked at the young man in front of him, a complex emotion welling up inside him.

This person is different from Yunfei.

He genuinely cared about his fellow disciples.

His sadness was genuine.

His anger was genuine.

However, he suppressed his anger beneath a calm exterior and hid his sorrow deep within his heart.

"Junior Brother Lin, stay and keep watch. Don't let him get away."

As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Rujing took another step forward.

In the blink of an eye, his aura exploded!

That aura was as vast as the sea and as cold as an abyss!

Feng Rujing's momentum continued to rise, bringing Wang Xiao an unprecedented sense of pressure.

At first, the aura was as calm and restrained as a deep pool, but when he took his second step, it was like a dormant volcano suddenly erupting. The vast and boundless primordial energy swept across the entire valley, turning into twisted waves of energy that spread in all directions.

The pebbles on the ground were lifted up by an invisible force, suspending in mid-air with a rustling sound, as if even the land of this demonic island was trembling under this pressure.

Wang Xiao's clothes fluttered wildly in the air currents, his hair plastered to his forehead. He could clearly sense that the power contained in this aura was far stronger than any of the Fish Leap Realm cultivators he had encountered before.

Xiao He's noble spirit and Niu Ben's fierce strength paled in comparison to Feng Rujing's imposing presence.

This is not a deliberately displayed pressure, nor is it a violent surge of energy forced into action. Rather, it is the aura of a strong person that comes from the very core of their being, a deterrent power that naturally emanates after being tempered and refined through countless trials.

Every wisp of vital energy flowed with unparalleled regularity and refinement, making Wang Xiao's breathing even become labored.

He subconsciously circulated his internal energy to resist the mountain-like pressure, his heart churning with turmoil.

He had seen countless exceptionally talented and powerful cultivators, and had clashed with many strong individuals, but never had a cultivator who could make him feel powerless and unable to resist simply by relying on his aura.

Wang Xiao gripped the Seven Star Sword at his waist, his inner energy circulating to its maximum—facing such an opponent, he dared not slacken in the slightest.

He knew that the next battle would be the most difficult confrontation he had faced since arriving on the island, and that the slightest mistake would mean certain death.

But at that moment, Feng Rujing's rising momentum came to an abrupt halt.

Without any warning, the overwhelming and majestic pressure that swept across the heavens and earth was instantly severed as if by an invisible hand, and Feng Rujing's aura was declining at an alarming speed!

This is not restraint, nor suppression, but complete dissipation!

Wang Xiao could even clearly sense that Feng Rujing's vital energy was leaking out wildly, like an uncontrollable flood.

What's going on?